"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Did you plan on telling me when we first walked along the beach hand in hand spilling our deepest secrets with eachother? Or did you plan on telling me the first time I invited you into my locked room and we became so close that there was no going back? Or did you plan on telling me when the words I love you escaped your lips and had me hooked for as long the beats continued in my heart, I would love you in return. We were perfect for eachother. We held onto to each other, your breath was my air, your smell was my reason to keep breathing, your voice tickled my ears. I fell so hard for you and when I found out about your drinking there was no one left to pick me up off the floor. Eventually the time I saw you sober didn’t create enough happiness to make me forget about the abuse I would get when the smell of whiskey haunted those lips i missed so much. Did you plan on telling me that your liquid poison would be the thing that took you away from me? Did you plan on telling me that I would be left alone to fight of the pain of losing you.